She Follows

She follows lines of emerald quicksilver on passageways of obsidian and gold.

She leaves clouds of liquid diamonds in her wake.

She follows lines of emerald quicksilver on passageways of gold that lead to the stars.

She leaves glittering stardust in her path.

She follows lines of emerald quicksilver that turn to ruby on passageways of obsidian.

She leaves no traces of her passing.

She follows lines of emerald quicksilver on passageways of alternating gold and obsidian.

She leaves faint sparkles in her trail.

She follows passageways of obsidian lined with gold.

She fords ponds of quicksilver.

She no longer follows lines of emerald or ruby quicksilver on passageways of obsidian or gold.

She has made her way back home.

Reviews

[Baban.A.A]

generally, I very much liked the repitition of the line with few twists in each. the whole poem rang a bell, but I dont remember where I heard one similar of course with diffreent content. all in all I liked it and went easily with my tongue when read it. best luck

[LuthienThalia]

Thank you. I actually wrote this about driving home after a rain storm. It's funny how puddles on the road can be inspiring.